Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Infancy is a blur of colors and smells and things I'm not sure ever happened. Were there really goldfish in a pond in my grandfather's front yard?

But there is one memory, clear and microscopic. I remember when I can hardly keep my eyes open, when the backs of my eyelids are all I want to see for the rest of my life.

사랑 사랑 우리 애기...

It was a lullaby, of sorts. I remember it. Distinctly, my mother's voice, the warm glass of milk in my life right before my head hit the pillow.

Love love our baby...

It's easy to get things mixed up so many years later. It's easy to mix up nouns and verbs.

Especially when it comes to love.

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